From slander’s tongue, and virtue to ensure,
I’d have you to our country-house repair;
The city quit:—these sly gallants beware;
Their presents too, accurst invention found,
With danger fraught, and ever much renowned;
For always in the world, where lovers move,
These gifts the parent of assentment prove.
’Gainst those declare at once; nor lend an ear
To flattery, their cunning sister-peer.
If they approach, shut straight both ears and eyes;
For nothing you shall want that wealth supplies;
My store you may command; the key behold,
Where I’ve deposited my notes and gold.
Receive my rents; expend whate’er you please;
I’ll look for no accounts; live quite at ease;
I shall be satisfied with what you do,
If naught therein to raise a blush I view;
You’ve full permission to amuse your mind;
Your love, howe’er, for me alone’s designed;
That, recollect, must be for my return,
For which our bosoms will with ardour burn.
Thegood man’s bounty seemingly was sweet;
All
pleasures, one excepted, she might greet;
But
that, alas! by bosoms unpossessed,
No
happiness arises from the rest:
His
lady promised ev’ry thing required:—
Deaf,
blind, and cruel,—whosoe’er admired;
And
not a present would her hand receive
At
his return, he fully might believe,
She
would be found the same as when he went,
Without
gallant, or aught to discontent.
Herhusband gone, she presently retired
Where
Anselm had so earnestly desired;
The
lovers came, but they were soon dismissed,
And
told, from visits they must all desist;
Their
assiduities were irksome grown,
And
she was weary of their lovesick tone.
Save
one, they all were odious to the fair;
A
handsome youth, with smart engaging air;
But
whose attentions to the belle were vain;
In
spite of arts, his aim he could not gain;
His
name was Atis, known to love and arms,
Who
grudged no pains, could he possess her charms.
Each
wile he tried, and if he’d kept to sighs,
No
doubt the source is one that never dries;
But
often diff’rent with expense ’tis found;
His
wealth was wasted rapidly around
He
wretched grew; at length for debt he fled,
And
sought a desert to conceal his head.
As
on the road he moved, a clown he met,
Who
with his stick an adder tried to get,
From